“And yet I found it incredibly endearing.”
I shake my head, my face stretched into a wide grin. “I love you,” I say again, my hands tightening where they hold onto the front of Jin’s shirt.
“I love you too. I love you so much, Leo. I’m so happy that I get to call myself your mate.”
“I’m happy too.” I lean up and kiss him again. Then once more just for good measure. “Okay, now go get my supplies. I need to build a nest.”
“I’m on it!”
I make my way over to the mattress, carefully pushing it into the very corner of the room. Then I place the fitted sheet around the edges. Jin brings me pillows which I use to line the edges that touch the walls. Then I roll blankets over those. I build up my nest, little by little, adjusting things here, placing other things there. With Jin’s help, it only takes about an hour of shifting and moving and placing before I step back, my chest warm with satisfaction.
“I think it’s just right,” I tell my mate, smiling up at him.
“It looks so comfy. Can we snuggle in it?”
“Yes, please!”
We both get in, rearranging ourselves until Jin is spooned up behind me. I feel so content, and how could I not? I have my mate holding me in our nest, our baby safely in my belly, the words out in the open between us.
We love each other. I already knew that. Jin tells me all the time how much he loves me by the way he treats me. I show him I care about him through my actions and my affection. Hearing it though? It’s better than I imagined. Loving Jin is like breathing, it just comes naturally, but I’m happy the words areout in the open. We’re on the same page and plan to stay like that forever.
“Hey, Jin,” I say softly.
“Yes, love?”
“I think our egg is coming.”
“Right now?” Jin asks, his body suddenly tensing behind me. “Shit. Should I call a doctor? Are you okay? Are you in pain? What should I be doing?”
I grab his arm, bringing it to my mouth, kissing his wrist where new ink lies. I love all the ink he’s slowly adding to his body, a gorgeous tapestry he allows me to touch and kiss and mark. His scent washes over me, leaving traces of it against my face. “Calm down,” I say with a chuckle. “Everything is fine. Now that we’re in the nest, everything is perfect, Jin.”
I feel Jin swallow thickly. He lets out a deep sigh, his body relaxing once again. “Okay. Sorry. I trust you.”
With a little wiggling and urging, Jin holds me the same way he held me the first time we made love. My lower half is naked, making me shiver. Jin’s arm is under my head, his hand over my heart, his other hand between my legs, fingering me open. Despite the tension between my thighs, my body is alight with pleasure.
“That’s it,” I whisper, barely audible. “That feels good. Keep going.”
“Anything,” Jin says back, desperation clear in his voice. “Anything for you, Leo.”
Jin continues to finger me, pumping four fingers in and out of my wet hole. I can feel the egg moving inside of me, descending through my channel. It feels impossibly big but my body doesn’t tense up, too relaxed and loose from Jin’s fingers. He kisses along my shoulder and I don’t fight against the moan that rumbles through my chest.
“Jin,” I gasp out as the egg moves lower.
“I’ve got you. You’re doing so well, Leo. Such a good omega.”
A whine is ripped from me. Jin’s praise washes over me, somehow making me relax even further. I don’t know if it’s minutes or hours of this; soft kisses, soft touches, insistent fingers, gentle praise. It’s so good. It’s so much.
Sweat drips from the side of my head. My ass feels like it’s on fire by the time Jin pulls his fingers from my hole. I can’t stop whimpering.
“That’s it,” Jin says against my sweaty skin. “It’s almost out. One more big push.”
I gasp out, pushing as hard as I can. The egg slides free and my entire body relaxes until I’m practically one with my nest. I’m just a pile of goo that Jin will have to find a jar for.
“Leo,” Jin says, his voice barely above a whisper, marvel and awe clear in his voice. “Leo, our egg isbeautiful.”
I sit up just enough to grab one of Jin’s shirts from our nest, one that’s well worn and soft. I wrap our egg in the shirt, pulling it against my chest. It’s warm to the touch, but that’s not surprising, both of us being creatures of fire.
Our egg is crystalline and bright orange with diamond patterns imprinted against the shell, almost like a disco ball. It shines in the light in a way that looks like flames are dancing just under the shell.
